these are found between two open human souls. open fully to new experience and crazily anticipating sobriety and the lack of drinking due to supposed and intense sobriety but the writing process through the drinking has held together that psyche moreso than most other degenerates... as most fall into hiding.
let's communicate in sexual rhythm. watch the sunrise because of our late and crazy night ending such early hours in the morning. the morning of a move! what insanity. the last chance to longboard fully back without committing 30 minutes of balance on jagged roads. oh woe is memory. oh to new beginnings and people making us feel idiotic for our closed off states in lairs of misunderstood hues of strategy. without smoking and anxiety attacks and the feeling of neutral and calm, the awr within, and the respect for all other types increases...
I wish I were not alone in greating this wild day. This work day and the sun was an orange orb in the sky, east of the 101
